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The Stupid Prince
Helio’s POV As I made my way through the castle gates and into the forest, a sense of calm washed over me. The scent of pine and earth filled my nose, grounding me. I didn’t bother to shift. Somehow, I knew that within a few yards, the path would change and lead me to her house. I walked up to Agatha’s cottage, the scent of herbs and magic lingering in the air. Agatha stood at the doorway, her blind eyes twinkling with mischief as she leaned against the frame. “What an honor to have the crown prince trek all this way to see little old me.” I ground my teeth and glared at her. She pushed the door open behind her. “You’ll have to forgive the humble quarters of an old, blind woman. I know you’re used to such finery.” “It’s not as if this is the first time I’ve been here,” I reminded her,
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